raku was the ragefor the shine of carbon sootthe fire pitinvaded and populatedby the gloss of a pair

we are held by twigs
the bone that has no marrow
shadows on the grass
where wind comes like a bugleits thoughts are just one heart

In heat already with what others think she will be engaged with later. Camouflaged, her guts’ own divine purposes obviously at risk. Friends gave her new first names: Hekamede, Luciferase, Yasumina – one of those most shimmering will be coined. Fall-oriented, she sheds her skin in a sheep milk bath. Lover Dorine oils the bracelet’s lock.

after the snowdoes a cloud divide into two?murder the truthjarred by every night and daya slave to thought or painting

The one walking on water naked is the model: give in angel of the punctured wing, do not forbid me to steal the trembling of a jeweler's scales, just by eye contact. May I subscribe to the silk of low tide sands becoming the hairy canvas allotted by a few inches' of colorful cries?

a mention of dreams causes a reabsorption of what religion had layered over the facts

in our lives there is a geographical problemof wide skies over the scoured earth plaza

I was tall in 1946 for my eighth birthdayOhio had a city America had reduced

to streets made desolate with neon and prayerslet it explode as one work concentrated for a

Dealer: the top price telephoned by a suspicious bidder is less than a tip for the eagerly gasping senses getting served. Remember the grammar of an artist's juice is taken from a pear at sleep, dreaming

horizontal commasanother late day and I am sittingdrawn by some bodywily and sage who served Luciferbut not so witty in the movie version

any trust but achewithout the door winked closedpersiflage in poetsspill old and curled crustaceansas a vessel of blessed conjecture

Dinner time. They are not blaming the kitchens’ chef for keeping the sweet doves alive and sacrificing instead only garden-grown spinach leaves and raw herbs. The yogurt floating on top works for the humming wasps entering their liquid heaven

how darethose two old folksfingerprintedby clay pots and holy beadslift the larger lid?